| that erestationed. He was culping for penance while you were | 1 |
| ringing his belle. Did the kickee, goodman rued fox, say anything | 2 |
| important? Clam or cram, spick or spat? | 3 |
No more than Richman's periwhelker. | 4 |
Nnn ttt wrd? | 5 |
Dmn ttt thg. | 6 |
A gael galled by scheme of scorn? Nock? | 7 |
Sangnifying nothing. Mock! | 8 |
Fortitudo eius rhodammum tenuit? | 9 |
Five maim! Or something very similar. | 10 |
I should like to euphonise that. It sounds an isochronism. | 11 |
| Secret speech Hazelton and obviously disemvowelled. But it is | 12 |
| good laylaw too. We may take those wellmeant kicks for free | 13 |
| granted, though ultra vires, void and, in fact, unnecessarily so. | 14 |
| Happily you were not quite so successful in the process verbal | 15 |
| whereby you would sublimate your blepharospasmockical sup- | 16 |
| pressions, it seems? | 17 |
What was that? First I heard about it. | 18 |
Were you or were you not? Ask yourself the answer, I'm | 19 |
| not giving you a short question. Now, not to mix up, cast your | 20 |
| eyes around Capel Court. I want you, witness of this epic struggle, | 21 |
| as yours so mine, to reconstruct for us, as briefly as you can, in- | 22 |
| exactly the same as a mind's eye view, how these funeral games, | 23 |
| which have been poring over us through homer's kerryer pid- | 24 |
| geons, massacreedoed as the holiname rally round took place. | 25 |
Which? Sure I told you that afoul. I was drunk all lost life. | 26 |
Well, tell it to me befair, the whole plan of campaign, in | 27 |
| that bamboozelem mincethrill voice of yours. Let's have it, | 28 |
| christie! The Dublin own, the thrice familiar. | 29 |
Ah, sure, I eyewitless foggus. 'Tis all around me bebatters- | 30 |
| bid hat. | 31 |
Ah, go on now, Masta Bones, a gig for a gag, with your | 32 |
| impendements and your perroqtriques! Blank memory of hatless | 33 |
| darky in blued suit. You were ever the gentle poet, dove from | 34 |
| Haywarden. Pitcher cup, patcher cap, pratey man? Be nice about | 35 |
| it, Bones Minor! Look chairful! Come, delicacy! Go to the end, | 36 |